Chapter 918 Cat’s Revenge 9
The comments immediately scrolled quickly.
"Is that okay?"
"If not, go to the hospital. Why are you pretending to be a man?"
"Pull it out, you should pull it out. If you do, I will give you a rocket backpack."
It's hard to get off the tiger. If you don't pull it out, you will lose your fans immediately. If you pull it out, you will not only gain fans but also get gifts. What he lacks now is money!
Enduring the severe pain, F made up his mind and sat on the ground, placing his cell phone in a fixed position. The comments exploded again, and the page flew by one after another.
"I'm so excited, I want to pull it out."
"Haha, wait."
F grabbed the middle bearing that was still fixed on the wheel on one side of the steel bar and tightened it with his fingers.
The long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain. I closed my eyes, gritted my heart, and suddenly moved my calf out... "Ah~" Even though I gritted my teeth, I couldn't help but exhale the pain.
It was so painful that I felt dizzy and could hardly sit still. Panting heavily, he opened his eyes and saw that his leg had been pulled out and was dripping with blood. You know, I won’t be wearing pants today. If I were to wear jeans, I might not be able to get it in and the injury wouldn’t be that serious.
Taking the phone, he asked in a trembling voice: "How are you, fellow veterans?"
"Wow, that's awesome."
"The blood came out in a rush, it was so exciting."
"That's cool."
"Here comes the rocket pack, buddy, did you hurt yourself on purpose?"
"It's possible that I'll be injured for two days in a row. Is there tomorrow? I'll send you a car, and if it looks good, I'll send you a cruise ship."
As soon as he saw this, F was so angry that he cursed: "Get out of here! You've done such a thing to yourself, I'm unlucky. Wait until I find a cat."
"I'm still looking for a cat. You are so injured that walking is a problem. Do you want me to drive you to find the cat?"
"That's right, stop talking nonsense. If you can't find the cat, go find it yourself. Otherwise, I'll retreat!"
Someone immediately echoed: "Yes, if you can't find it, just go ahead."
"If I can't see the cat, I can see you."
"Why do I feel more comfortable watching people? Do you have any, have you..."
A bunch of heartless scum! F was so angry that he turned off the live broadcast and sat on the ground angry for a while.
It was better to go back. The car must have been completely destroyed, and he also paid a heavy price, injuring his other calf.
He struggled to get up and limped towards the rental place.
He didn't notice that there was a black and white cat floating behind him. The cat was smiling strangely, as if it were a human smile. The cat smiled and slowly disappeared.
This time it was just nearby, not far away. But the foot injury was more serious, and I walked for half an hour before moving to the door of my house.
I found some alcohol and cotton. I still had some left over yesterday, but I didn’t expect it to come in handy again today.
It was quite a deep hole, and the blood had almost flowed out, and the wound was about to become scabbed as it dried up. If you clean the wound live, you can still make a fortune. But thinking about those messages just now, he didn't turn on the camera in the end.
"Ding dong~" the prompt sounded, it was a message from G. G saw the live broadcast of him pulling out steel bars and came to express his concern and greetings.
F typed apologetically: "It may take two days. After the injury is better, I can go find the cat. How about I return the deposit to you first."
G: "No, just remember. The later you get good things, the more interesting it is, isn't it?"
G was so kind. He was not forced to pay back the deposit, so the money could be used to pay off the credit card. G: "What are you doing now?"
F: "Treat the wound."
G: "Is it seriously injured?"
After chatting for a while, G asked to watch him treat the wound. Without thinking, F put the phone aside and broadcast live for G alone.
Xining sat in front of the computer and looked at the two videos on the computer. After Mo Ming hacked F and G's phones, he sent them the videos without their knowledge.
Of course, F’s video is just cleaning the wound, and it’s full of blood, so there’s nothing interesting about it. It looks like G, which is a bit interesting.
F has not met G yet, and they have cooperated once before. G paid F to live broadcast, and the process was in accordance with G's requirements. Last time, F's performance satisfied G, so he set new requirements.
F may not know that G, who he thought cared about him, was staring, panting, looking at his wounds, and trembling with excitement every time he cried out in pain. It was exactly the same as watching him "perform" to complete the order.
Mo Ming: "Should you give him your address and ask him to come to your door?"
Xining smiled: "Don't be like this, this is an agitation case. If he can't bear it, he will find it himself. As a god, he should influence the world."
Mo Ming: "He is a human being, but a scumbag. Using scumbags to deal with scumbags is already a waste. If you encounter someone like this, I suggest you let him explode on the spot."
The glorious appearance of Our Lady of Xining is so gentle: "Be inspired, don't explode."
Mo Ming: "Can't you change me?"
Xining still exudes the brilliance of the Virgin Mary and is very gentle: "Then just cremate it."
Mo Ming...: "I like this."
Porridge, who was squatting next to her and watching, didn't know she was talking. He only knew that she was watching the video with great concern, so he stood up and rubbed her face.
"Hehe, okay!" She smiled and stretched out her hand to touch Porridge's back. The video was over. She picked up the cat, walked to the sofa next to her, sat down, and petted the cat.
She touched Porridge's smooth and furry back: "Porridge, you know, porridge still means like in a country's Internet language. I hope you can be liked by others."
Very comfortable feeling, porridge has taken revenge and may leave. If you don't want to leave, you might as well get a cat. The body owner should like to have a furry little guy by his side. This little guy doesn't need to be fed or clean up the cat litter. He can also create some trouble for his enemies by himself. Maybe he can hire one less god in the future and save costs.
Thinking of this, she allocated a little faith to porridge. It’s not much, but it’s what I mean.
After receiving the porridge, the hair all over his body trembled, and he rubbed his neck from side to side with her hand. He even turned over and exposed his belly for her to touch. If you don't say anything about that, it's no different from an ordinary house cat.
She couldn't help but laugh: "Okay, of course I like you too, porridge!"
The door was pushed open, the doorbell jingled, and a man walked in quickly.
Xining looked at it and stood up with a smile: "So it's you, here to rob again?"
It was the robber who came before. At this time, his eyes were bloodshot, his hair was messy, his clothes were still the same as before, as if he hadn't changed since he left, and he was smelly.
He grabbed her arm and stared: "Give it to me, I still want to sign it."
"Oh, be gentle." Xining chuckled: "If you don't let go, how can I help you get the contract?"
Only then did the robber let go of his hand. Xining walked slowly to the table, opened the drawer, and took out a contract: "Two million dollars was spent in two days. How did you spend it?"
The robber saw cookies on the table next to him, walked over, grabbed them and stuffed them into his mouth: "Seventy thousand to pay off the debt, and the rest is lost." After finishing the meal, he picked up the remaining coffee next to her and drank it. , "Gudong Gudong" and drank it. After drinking, he grabbed a small carton of whole milk used for making coffee on the table, opened the opening, raised his neck and poured it into his mouth.
He looked like he was devouring food like he was hungry, and he looked like he had been gambling like crazy for two days in a row.
(End of chapter)